“I was in his office late and he sent me out naked. I was to cross through campus and go to his house.”
“Naked?”
“Yep, not a stitch on.”
“And how far away was his house?”
“A good mile hike through the campus, more if you went around to the street.”
“So you actually did that?”
“I tried to refuse and he said not to worry, that he’d be following close behind me. I was to take the campus path so he would be sure to find me. If I refused, our affair was over immediately. I was not to see him ever again and he wouldn’t give me back my clothes. He’d give me nothing but my sweater and I’d have to go back to the dorm that way.” She shrugs. “How could I refuse him? I didn’t know how to live without him.” There’s some strong emotion behind this confession. “I was crying, begging him not to make
